My Baby, My Anchor is my nephew, my brother’s son.
Today it’s all about a quiet reflection on timeless connection and love as a steadying force.
Enduring bonds, presence, grief, and love’s gentle anchor.
Pause to breathe…
He has always been “my baby,” though now he’s grown, married, with a little daughter soon turning two.
But in quiet moments, I still find myself leaning toward him, almost without thinking, when life stings or when the world feels too heavy.
Growing up surrounded by my mom’s and sister’s love, he carries that softness in him, gentle, humble, attentive.
And though they are gone, their absence echoes in him, in the pauses between his words, in the way he listens, in the quiet strength he offers without asking for anything in return.
He’s a photographer, yes, capturing light and shadow through his lens; but I see him capturing life in his heart too!
Noticing the small, tender moments, the subtle expressions, the invisible threads that connect us.
And I, in turn, lean on him; not because he has all the answers, but because his presence steadies me. It’s unexpected, instinctive, a soft tether to life’s rhythm.
In him, I find reflection, grounding, and the enduring reminder that love, even across loss, never truly leaves us.
Pause and breathe — what stirred within you?
Notes/What I Felt:
Some connections are timeless, beyond age and circumstance.
Love can be a quiet anchor, even in moments of grief.
Leaning on someone doesn’t diminish strength; it strengthens it.
Presence speaks louder than words.
Small gestures, instinctive acts, carry immense comfort.
Closing Note:
Love, once rooted, never fades.
It simply changes form, echoing softly through those who remain.
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